The first time I went out in costume for Hallowe’en was, I believe, at age five. My parents asked me what I wanted to go as, and I told them, “I want to be a witch.”
Choosing to ignore the clear sign of incipient homosexuality, they procured a witch costume, complete with pointy black hat and broom; what they failed to understand, however, was that I had been speaking in terms of a life choice.
the life choice to own fancy red shoes? Or just to be a nasty witch when some little snot from the midwest steals them?
The life choice to have green skin. (And you wonder why I never post any pictures of myself.)
I’m meltingggggggggggggggg!
When I was a kid, one of my favorite comic books was the Teen Titans. Not only did it feature Wonder Woman’s kid sister, it also had a green-skinned guy named Changeling, who was also noteworthy (to me, at least) as one of the few characters they drew with chest hair.
I so wanted to do him.
I wanted to be the flying monkey. But nope. never happened.
I ended up being a fairy though.
Ouch.
I always wanted to be an architect.
God. Even my dreams are horrible boring. ;).